The Missing Racer [Overwatch]

Prologue Pt.1: The Accident

[And I guess, you want to know, what happened next? My brakes failed. I tried to save myself, however, I lost control of the car. As I was reaching the another end of the lane, I didn't know if this was my end. The time around me slowed down, my heart was beating like crazy. I closed my eyes, and I heard strange sound.]

[When I felt that I've landed on the road, and when I opened my eyes, I was shocked.]

Courier: What ?! How did I? [I looked at my watch, nervously breathing] Is this London? 

Courier: Okay, I'm probably in a coma, in some kind of simulation, and all this is not real. [wipes his eyes] That's all, is it... real?

[Then some prototype fighter teleported out of nowhere. And crashed near the tunnel where I was going.]

Courier: [I stopped with a tire screech] What was that?

[The glowing trail started to disappear slowly. Well, I didn't own any off-road tires, so I went to that field to see if anyone survived.]

Courier: I hope somebody survived.

[I parked near the wreck and wanted to check it out.]

Courier: Hello?! Is anyone here?

[When I jumped on the wreck of this fighter, the pilot cabin was empty and, surprisingly, slightly compromised, I've noticed the name of the Fighter.]

Courier: "Slipstream"? What in the... Is that some sort of fighter prototype?

[Suddenly I saw a girl who was trying to get up. She was coughing and could barely breathe. I runned towards to help her up.]

Courier: Let me help... [I held my breath]

[I saw she was fading slightly. As if... she was a ghost.]

Pilot: Help... me...

[I was frightened, I fell over, and I began to run away from the girl. She was running after me]

Courier: S-s-stay away from me! 

Pilot: No, please... don't run!

Courier: Leave me alone!

[I quickly got into a car, started the engine and ran away, scared. I returned to the asphalt and headed towards the London.]

[After a two-hour trip around London, I found the abandoned garage. At least looked abandoned. I parked in front of it, knocked, but nobody was there. I decided to open the door. I turned on the flashlight and looked around. Almost everything was in the dust.]

Courier: Hello! Is anyone here?

[I found a button that opens the garage door, but there was no power. I found the power box and turned on everything.]

Courier: Let be there light.

[The garage was a bit neglected. The paint from the walls was leaving. Someone heard me and saw me when I opened the garage door.]

???: Who's there?!

[The stranger shined his flashlight towards me]

???: Hey! Who are you, and what are you doing here?!

Courier: Woah, woah, woah, relax, I don't want to hurt anyone!

???: But you're sniffing around here. What for?

Courier: I was just... [I was silent for a while] Looking for a hideout. I... I h-have nowhere to s-settle down, and I thought this garage was... abandoned...

[The stranger stopped flashing his flashlight at me.]

???: You seem scared... and troubled, for a racer. You're outta town?

Courier: Yeah, and like I said... I was just... I can leave if you...

???: Well, I had a friend, who was a racer too. We shared this garage, before... we quarreled with... But we still have a contact with each other. Though it looks neglected a little, I tried to keep it in shape somehow. It was used to be a good car workshop here, when I was repairing cars, before the flying ones started appearing.

Courier: At least I still have the one with the wheels on.

[The stranger noticed my exotic vehicle]

???: Hang on, is that... Wow! That's... Aventador SV! Still in good... condition! After all... they stopped manufacturing those long ago!

Courier: Yeah... wait... they "stopped" manufacturing those?

???: They suspended manufacturing of these, even on order, but they're still repairing these occasionally. I had the opportunity once to repair one of those beauties. And this car was a... King on track racing. I've even saw it once participating in racing festival events.

[For a moment he was silent]

???: Heh, where are my manners? I didn't introduced myself. Name's Daimon. But my friends call me Chains.

Courier: Peter.

Daimon: Well, nice to meet you, Peter. We can be neighbors.

Courier: So the garage is mine?

Daimon: Yeah... but on a three conditions, alright?

Courier: Alright...

Daimon: Okay, so... here's one: That's my garage, and it's partially yours. You can sleep here and move your car in to the garage.

Daimon: And two: If you ever need to fix it on your own, remember to put the tools back on their place.

Daimon: Three: You can stay here all you want, but you have to occasionally help me.

Courier: Okay... Noted. 

Daimon: Come on, let's move your car in to the garage.

[I got in my car, moved it into the garage and closed the garage door]

Daimon: Want me to guide you around?

Courier: No, thanks, I can handle it.

Daimon: Okay, cool. If you need something, I can always help you.

Courier: Thanks.

Daimon: We can try renovating this garage tommorow. What'll you say?

Courier: Sounds good. 

[At last I found the house. Maybe not exactly the house, but the garage. I immediately started to clean it's dust, I've set everything I needed, from the sleeping bag to the necessary things. It was my new home. But I was still thinking about this pilot.]